I'm a spy in the film

morning.

Detroit.

Castle Damocles, Bloomfield Hills.

From a luxurious office there could be heard the sound of a man shouting angrily, heavy objects banging and glass breaking.

Until these sounds came to an end, leaving only the man's panting, another pleasant female voice sounded:

"Don't worry, he'll come find you soon!"

"Ah, I'm going to cut him into pieces and feed him to the rats!" the man roared angrily.

"You once had such an opportunity, but you lost it. Now there is another opportunity. It depends on whether you can seize it!"

"That girl? The little bitch who bewitched Duncan to the point of fainting? She's still at Polar Bear's place. I asked them to send her to me, but they refused and asked me to go get her myself! Damn it, if it weren't for..., I would have killed these blind bastards!" As he spoke, the man became angry again.

The female voice quickly said, "It doesn't matter. It's okay as long as Duncan doesn't know! Duncan will definitely call! I know him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang suddenly.

The air in the room suddenly became heavy. Everyone held their breath and looked at the gorgeous blonde woman sitting at the long table. Although she was dressed in black clothes and a black hat, her exquisite face made her look not vulgar at all, but made her fair skin look even more striking.

Compared to the current boss of the company, Mr. Blute Jr., who was standing on the other side of the long table, Ms. Vivian, Black Caesar's former agent, could give everyone a greater sense of security.

"Go ahead." Vivian answered the phone.

"Is she alive?" Duncan's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Yes. We'll get her ready, Duncan." Vivian's expression was calm, but her eyes were coldly looking at the hackers who were constantly typing on the keyboards on both sides of the long table.

"Wait for my notification!"

As soon as the other party hung up the phone, little Bulut asked anxiously: "Have you tracked him down?"

"No, we only found out his general location, but we need to talk to him again!"

"There's no time left, let's act!" Vivian closed her phone, looked at little Blut, who looked like a frost-bitten leaf, and continued, "He'll call again! You must seize the opportunity!"

Everyone in the room nodded, except for little Bluth who said stubbornly, "You'd better be right!"

"I'm always right!"

After leaving these meaningful words, Vivian stood up and said, "I'll lead the team this time! All the operatives, follow me!"

Twenty minutes later, five black Ford Raptors rushed out of the underground garage of Damocles headquarters, carrying the thirty-odd members of the company's headquarters. These remaining members were the most elite forces that the company could currently mobilize, and they were also the last personnel that the company could currently mobilize from its Detroit headquarters.

The five cars rushed towards the area where the signal had just occurred.

Not long after, the second call came in. This time, Duncan seemed quite talkative, and Vivian didn't give much guidance, so the call lasted longer than the time required to track the signal.

Following the instructions from the castle, the convoy surrounded their target, Duncan, in an abandoned factory!

The video signal was connected to the castle, and the excited Bulut had already set up the dining table in front of the TV screen, filled with sumptuous food.

He tied his napkin around himself with a big laugh, and said sarcastically to the face on the screen that looked like a nightmare at midnight: "It's time to die, Mr. Black Caesar. You are surrounded by thirty people and have nowhere to hide. I wonder if you are still alive? Hahahaha"

In the abandoned factory, Duncan didn't seem surprised by the mixed team of scavengers and killers sent by the company. He was only slightly surprised when he saw Vivian in a red coat getting out of the car.

"I know they paid you a lot of money, Vivian, but I'm still going to give you a chance to leave here alive, for the sake of our past friendship."

Hearing Duncan's words, Vivian looked a little sad, but she knew her mission and Duncan's fate. "I can't help you, Duncan. You can't survive in the more complicated competition in the future. It's better to die here." She thought silently in her heart, but said firmly:

"You're soft-hearted, Duncan! It's your fault!"

As she spoke, Vivian pursed her lips tightly, turned around, and walked as slowly as possible towards the encirclement of more than 30 people on her side. She didn't want to see the scene of the once powerful Black Caesar being shot to death. That scene was too cruel for her.

As the conversation between the only two people in the scene who had known each other ended, the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

Twenty-five people lined up in three rows, forming a fan-shaped encirclement, surrounding Duncan in front.

For a moment, the sound of bolts being pulled came one after another. The sword of Damocles was already hanging over Duncan's head, waiting for Vivian to retreat to a safe place. With a command, the rain of bullets fired from twenty-five submachine guns would tear Duncan into pieces in an instant.

However, before they could get any closer, Duncan, who was surrounded by them, made a strange move in front of everyone:

He casually placed the cigarette in his hand on the hood of a shabby pickup truck, put on a pair of black gloves, raised his fists, and pointed them at the guys who were surrounding him.

Sudden.

He suddenly stretched out the ten fingers of both hands, and a green laser beam shone from each finger. There were a total of ten beams that enveloped all the people on the opposite side.

Before the people on the other side could figure out what the sudden green light was, "da da da", the sound of the Gatling gun, representing death, was heard from the platform on the second floor of the factory in front of them.

Countless metal bullets formed a torrential rain and hit the twenty-five people standing in the center of the factory.

The bullets made bloody holes in their bodies and also took away pieces of flesh and broken bones.

In front of them, Black Caesar Duncan, who was watching the blood and flesh flying everywhere like a Shura scene from a close distance, remained calm, but the green guiding laser light in his hand was scanning back and forth until everyone in front of him was being focused on by multiple green lights for more than five seconds. Only then did he suddenly clench his fist and retract the light.

At this time, the entire abandoned workshop was filled with smoke. Except for Uncle Duncan, who still kept his arms raised and his posture upright, no one else could stand up.

This sudden reversal completely scared the company owner, Little Bulut, who had been observing the situation in real time through the cameras carried by the assassination team members.

He didn't even bother to wipe off the cream that had fallen on his clothes due to the shock. He walked to the TV tremblingly with an unbelievable look on his face. After a long while, he uttered a trembling cry: "Oh, shit!"

Duncan calmly took off his gloves, picked up the unfinished cigarette on the hood and put it in his mouth, took out a Glock 17, slowly walked to the lying assassination team, and shot them one by one.

In the end, only Vivian, whose makeup was all smudged by tears, was left leaning against the steel prism of the factory, gasping for breath. She had been shot four times in the back. Although she was wearing the best quality bulletproof vest with steel plates inserted, there was still a bullet stuck in her shoulder blade.

Vivian looked at Duncan with complicated eyes.

Duncan glanced at her, then glanced to the other side of the factory. He ignored her and went straight to a camera that had fallen on the ground. Through the camera, he seemed to be able to see the person who was monitoring everything.